Page 124 of Tarnished Tyrant (Zhukova Bratva 1)

So I slide him out of my mouth, gasping, and then crawl back onto his lap. His neck is flushed and there’s a new determination on his face. A focus I recognize well.

I lift myself high on his lap and press a nipple to his lips. He opens immediately, sucking me into his warm mouth. When I slide down onto his length, he nips at me, and I grab his chin.

He lets me direct his mouth to my other nipple and then to my lips. I kiss him in long, easy strokes, matching the way I ride on his hard cock.

I can feel his frustration growing. The way he grips my hips, trying to move me faster. The way he’s urging me on.

But I keep it deliberately slow. I’m addicted to the play of emotion on his chiseled face.

“Are you trying to drive me mad?” he finally asks through gritted teeth.

“Are you mad?” I tease. I slip all the way off of him and then inch ever so slowly back on. My legs are trembling from the effort it takes to resist my own climax. “If you’re mad, show me. Punish me.”

He grips the end of my hair and forces my head back. My back arches and his mouth lands on my breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple until I’m panting.

“You can’t handle my punishment,” he says when he finally breaks off.

“Try me, tough guy.”

He growls, but doesn’t move. So I lean down and press my lips to his ear. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“You’re trying to get a rise out of me.”

“I already got a rise out of you,” I taunt, eyeing his hard cock between us. “So why don’t you stop sacrificing yourself on the altar of your pride and fuck me the way we both know you want to?”

“And how is that?”

I lean in and slowly drag my tongue along the rim of his ear. Then I whisper one word.

“Hard.”

In an instant, Nikolai lifts us both off the couch and tosses me back on the carpet in front of the fireplace. The look on his face is animal. Predatory. He slams back into me, filling me in one thrust.

“F-fuck,” I sputter.

Looks like I’m getting a little more than I bargained for.

I reach to grip his hip and keep him buried in me, but Nikolai catches my hand in midair and lays it on my stomach. “Touch yourself,” he orders.

I’ve never done this with anyone else watching, but I don’t even hesitate. I circle my finger over my clit and moan.

“I’m already so close,” I whisper in a strained voice.

He shoves his hands under my body and lifts me at an angle, hooking me around his waist so he can thrust into me again and again. Our bodies slap together violently. I’m helpless to resist him or meet him halfway or do anything at all.

All I can do is take it.

But the position gives me the chance to watch him. I see the furrow in his brows as he works. I see the grimace as he fights off the inevitable, dragging out this torturous pleasure for as long as possible.

And finally, I see the moment he breaks.

The tightest clench yet—and then his face relaxes and relief washes over him. He closes his eyes, and I feel him twitch inside of me. Releasing.

And that is all it takes to send me over the edge again.

“Nikolai,” I cry out. I squeeze his waist with my thighs and hold us together until my muscles fail me.

Then Nikolai lowers me gently to the floor and kisses his way up my stomach and across my chest. When he reaches my mouth, he’s wearing a sexy smirk.

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